He no longer thought of chasing after those humans. Instead, he prepared to retreat to the rear.
Then, at this moment, a swift and fierce whirlwind suddenly swept over.
It was a storm formed by countless insects.
Wherever the wind passed, all the demons turned into bones.
"No!"
Xiang Jiu let out a miserable cry, and his voice came to an abrupt end in the storm.
Further away, countless similar waves were sweeping toward the mirage demon army.
The army that had been advancing suddenly showed a momentary delay.
In the end, this delay turned into panic.
The countless neo-demons that had rushed to the front were actually desperately fleeing backwards.
For a moment, the entire army formation became chaotic and looked like it was about to collapse.
At the same time.
In the camp behind the front line.
As the commander of this battle, Zhu Cang was frowning as he observed the battle.
